poem 004: welcome to my cave below the frost line
contaminated winter a new feral strain check my pupils my waste my pulse my ph check the soil too maybe check it again forbidden season bite marks and lesions the wolf like me the wolf like you i see it in your eyes in your blood taste it too
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